Lust at First Sight
I don’t believe in love at first sight. People who claim it happens to them are full of shit. They only want to believe what they feel is love. As if the lie makes them special. Losers always need a reason to feel important.
Lust at first sight does happen. Years ago, I saw a chick with tits I instantly feel deeply in erection with. While I can’t remember the rest of her, I think her name started with a D.
What I feel with Shay is something different. More like an incorrigible need at first sight. Even when she first arrives and is following Lucky around, I can’t take my eyes off her. I’m restless until she’s at our booth. Even before she joins us, I call dibs and Pax flips me off. He follows the code though and behaves around her.
Even saying very little, Shay tells me a lot about her. I know she’s poor because her manicure looks self-done and her tan is uneven. She’s unprepared for how little liquor she needs to get wasted, so she’s not much of a drinker. She wasn’t roughed up too much as a kid because she didn’t get twitchy when violence was about to break out. She lacks confidence though. By the time Pax and I drag the assholes outside, Maggie leaves the restroom. The other girls appear too. Not Shay. She hides away until Lucky finds her.
Despite her obedient nature, she tells me no. When I make it clear I want into her pants, she slams the door shut. Well, in her head she did. What I hear is a starter pistol going off.
My mind is still on Shay when I stand over Fudge Stiller. The guy ran drugs on the outer edges of Little Memphis. While he never handed any love to the club, he never caused trouble before.
Today, Fudge woke up, looked at his stupid friends, Teddy D and Teddy K, and decided they’d lived long enough. Or maybe they really thought they could walk into Suede and make demands. Who the hell knows what a guy named Fudge thinks about on an average day?
“I guess our territory just got bigger,” Joker says, giving me a grin.
He climbs on his bike and rides home to the wife and kids. Other guys do the same. Trigger’s boys hurry home to tell daddy they got to watch blood flow. I wonder if a day will come when they’ll be ready to lead not only the club, but guys like me and Pax.
Tonight, my brother and I have dirty work ahead of us. The quarry is filled with dozens of years’ worth of losers the club needed gone. Piles of bones were here when I joined the club and many more will join this final resting place after I’m dead or in jail.
“She’s cute,” Pax says, jumping into the bulldozer. “You’ll fuck her to death. Won’t be pretty.”
I smile at him. “You’re such a petty shit. How’s your dick, by the way? You walk like maybe the zombie bitch ripped a chunk out of it.”
“No, she mostly gnawed on it.”
We’re laughing as the bulldozer roars to life. Pax digs a hole and strikes an old dumping site. I wonder what the fools did to end up dead. Of course, with Trigger, their crimes might be anything.
Little Memphis has always been a wild place with people fighting over territory. When the old man arrived, he killed his way to the top and the club still kills to stay on the top. Today is no different except the old man isn’t the one pulling the triggers anymore.
“If my dick didn’t feel like a chew toy,” Pax says after the bodies are dealt with and we sit looking at the stars, “I’d say we outta stop at Bossa Nova Baby and see if any of the girls want to play.”
“You shouldn’t be fucking anyone until you know if you’re infected by a zombie virus. Shit, man, you’ve seen enough horror movies to know that.”
Pax grins. “I’m getting too old for these wild girls.”
“Yeah.”
My mind returns to Shay and her hand on my cheek. I think about her gray eyes shining in the light of the bar. Some girls like Maggie can’t find anyone to give them two minutes of real thought. Others like Shay get under a guy’s skin. Who knows why? Maggie is a cute chick, but her personality makes it impossible to like her with the lights on and her mouth flapping. On the other hand, I want to hear Shay’s voice again and I will too. The starter’s pistol is still going off in my head.
9
Shay
Let Me Tell You a Story
Every morning, Darby eats breakfast while overlooking the serene yard. After a long night replaying my time with Ford, I bring a cup of coffee and over buttered English muffin to the sunroom. I’m dying to ask her questions about Ford, but fear the answers.
“I met a bunch of people last night,” I say casually.
Darby looks up from the paper and lifts a brow. “Who do you want to know more about?”
I shrug, but she only grins. “Is it one of Trigger’s boys? They’re sexy, but rough. Or so I’ve heard.”
“Did you like being married to Joker?”
“Yeah, he was my first love. I had big plans about our life,” she says, sipping her coffee. “Fate doesn’t care about our plans. Now Joker’s married to Amanda. Life moves on.”